January 15, 2009

Right Now

Lamp flickers on,
someone speaks downstairs,
hinges creak.

It is gray outside.

7 comments:

Emily Ruth said...

this poem makes me... sad :(

Excellent!

Maribeth said...

I saw you because you commented on my blog. :)

This poem is really lovely.

Your writing is really really good...it's hard to believe that you're eleven. Wow.

Maya Ganesan said...

Thanks, Emily Ruth!

Maribeth -- that's super nice of you! Thank you so so much.

Danielle said...

Girl, even when you're not trying to write poetry you're writing poetry. Sheesh.

:)

cuileann said...

Magical.

Danielle said...

I also feel the need to laugh at your last line, even though it is lovely.

Gray? In Washington? Wow. Must be global warming ;)

Maya Ganesan said...

Danielle -- tee hee. Thanks!

cuileann -- really? I wrote it in five seconds. ;)